Sting

Once again, its self bondage cross dress jeopardy time, with a dose of humiliation.

I string a long rope across the width of my wide double garage, about 15 metres wide, the top pulled tight at about waist height with the ends tied up tight and out of reach at each end.   At one end, the end of the rope is slightly higher, you'll see why in a minute.

At the far end, I tie a set of handcuff keys to a rafter, having them dangle down to just about waist height.  They are tied with cord and the rope well knotted over and over.  Again, you'll see why in a minute.

Along the rope I tie on freshly picked stinging nettles.  A bunch about the size of a large bouquet of flowers every 50cm, which means there are about 30 bunches along the rope.  They're tied securely and not coming off.

Right at the end, where the rope rises, I tie off the rest of the nettles, maybe 4 or 5 bouquet sizes in massive leafy cluster.

I wonder if you can see my plan now?

The plan is to lock myself up so I have to walk straddling the nettle clad rope with totally vulnerable lower half to get to the keys at the other end.

To matters more interesting (as if they're already no interesting enough), the garage door opens with a remote - I place a simple mechanism over the remote - a bottle of water suspended up high from a rafter connected to a weight over a small pulley.  The weight hangs over the garage remote control fob on the workbench.  If the weight were to drop, it would hit the button and open the garage door.

I tap a small hole into the bottle and run a thin tube out about 10 cm and place a bucket under it.  I clamp the tube over with a clothes peg and run a long piece of cord out from it.

Once the peg is unclipped, the water will drip out over a period of about 5 minutes, then the weight will slowly drop until it opens the garage door and exposes me to the street if I'm not free of the cuffs in time.

I have a pair of handcuffs, some leg irons, some chain and padlocks and, of course, some clothes to hand.

I strip off, apply nipple clamps and give them a good hard twist tight, pop the push up bra on for good measure and then dress in my short blue PVC alice dress (again) - complete with flouncy petticoats.   I zip it up and lock to the pink leather collar as per previous adventures.  The dress is not coming off until I get to those padlock keys, which incidentally are outside in the garden.

I wear no underwear this time though!  See my plan?

I strap on some very high heels, which brings the rope to just about crotch height. I won't be able to remove them unless I unto the ankle straps.

I straddle the rope which is still pretty high despite the heels and comes up under my balls, reach down and lock on the leg cuffs.  I'm effectively committed at this point as I can't get off the nettled rope, which is tied off well out of reach, and the keys are tied up at the other end.  Although I really can't get out,  I'm just not vulnerable enough.  With hands, I could untie the nettles to stop them stinging me, stop the garage remote, and do all sorts of things to back out of this game.

But as you know, I'm not a backing out of things person.  I crave this humiliation and it's going to happen.

I lock the chain tight around my waist, padlocking the handcuffs to the chain.  I tie the cord that leads to the clothes peg on the bottle to a link in the front of the chain around my waist. It's round the front so I won't be able to untie it with my hands cuffed behind.  When I start walking down the rope, it'll pull the clip away and start the drip timer.

I can hardly believe I'm doing this, but I bring the cuffs together behind me and with 2 sets of ratchety clicks - it's done, I'm locked in and going nowhere until I get to the other end of the garage,, knowing that as soon as I move, the timer starts and I have no choice but to get going and face the nettles which will savage my inner thighs, bottom, balls and that whole area.

I stand there in limbo, knowing I have to do this.  I inch forward, the first nettles just in front of me - they're the nastiest stingy ones I could find too.  As I move, the cord tightens and I know this will be it.

One more step and 'clack' - the peg comes off the tube and I have only a few minutes to do this.  I'm moving slowly on my high heels - the rope wedged under me - my erect cock and balls leading the way.  I twist, but it makes no difference - I have to cross the nettles.  It's awful - a thousand tiny barbs jab into my balls and inner thighs, arsehole and all over my bottom.

OMG I should have tested this a little first - it's very painful.  I inch over the first bunch of nettles and shuffle in my stilettos to the next one, only a few steps away.  Time is ticking and I'm going to need most of it to untie the cuff key at the far end.

I have to carry on - another bunch  - oh man, it stings, my poor cock and balls are on fire!  The nettles penetrate my exposed lower half and my hands are helplessly locked away at my waist.  I try to reach down, but it's not helping - if anything it forces more of the nettles into my exposed genitals and bottom.

Further and further down the rope, more stings - it's unbearable, I'm on fire - but I have no choice - I must get to the end.  My feet are on fire from the high heels too.

At last, the final bunch.  The rope rises slightly and it wedges hard under my bottom and though my crack.  I have to stand right over the massive bunch, which is arranged up a few feet over the rope and dangles down to the floor, in order to get the keys.  I glance back to the timer before making the final move and see the weight is dropping low already.  Holy crap!

I push forward into the final bunch, which stings me everywhere - ankles, knees, inner thighs, all over my exposed arsehole, bottom, cock and balls and also starts brushing up into my waistline and up under the petticoat.  Fuck!

I grab the dangling key, which is just too high up to be able to use without untying it from the cord and start working the knots. I'd knotted the crap out of the thing and each one takes agonising seconds.  I'm looking back all the time to the timer device whilst I am working my hands - it's getting perilously close the garage remote fob, maybe only 1 or 2 cm to go.  I work faster, but the key is still tied on.

At last, it comes loose and I pop the handcuffs open.  I'm still standing in the huge nettle bunch, so I shuffle away, my whole lower half on fire so I can get to the leg cuffs.  I get one and then hear a clunk.  The door starts to rise with a whirr.  The garage lights are on and it's daylight outside, so I need to be really quick!  I unstraddle the rope and run, the leg cuffs still attached, to the remote.  By the time I get there - it's only 15 metres away - the door is more than half open and I'm in serious danger of someone seeing me.    I prod the remote and the door stops.  There are agonising seconds before it will lower again.  Then I'm safe.

Did anyone see me?  OMG!

My entire lower half is on fire, especially my poor inner thighs and balls.   I reach down and unlock the other leg cuff.  I pull up the puffy skirts and look down for the first time - I'm covered in welts and weals from the nettles.  Its still burning and I don't know how long it's going to last.  Theres not much I can do about it though!  

What next?  I am tempted by another go on the rope, but the nettles are looking a little sorry for themselves, and besides, I know I can do it now, so it's not so much fun.

I have an idea though - I grab a pair of thick plastic pants and the locking frilly plastic lined knickers - I pull on my gardening gloves and stuff the thick pants full of nettles - as much as I can get in there. They are quite tight fitting, so this will be fun.

I quickly put them on - my arse is once again on fire - the nettles pricking into all the soft flesh it can find.  I pull up the locking knickers and click the padlock shut.  They're not coming off without the keys which are in the garden along with the keys to my collar, chain and dress.

Every step is now torture.  I wish I'd called it a day, but it would have been a shame to waste the nettles.

I still have the handcuffs dangling from the chain at my waist.   I reattach the leg cuffs so I can't put any clothes on to cover my dress and get outside sooner.  I shuffle painfully out of the garage and to the back door, the plastic pants full of nettles torturing me at every move.

I toss the handcuff keys into the garden, effectively trapping me until it gets dark in several hours time.

I click the handcuffs back over my wrists behind my back and settle in to the horrible discomfort of the remaining daylight hours until I get into the garden and get myself free.   I can't even sit down, so this is going to be horrible!

I curse myself - I'm a nasty vindictive self bondage mistress sometimes.

PVC Alice Dress - another rush

So, another game I played was a little more fetishy than others (as if forced crossdressing jeopardy public bondage wasn't quite enough)

I've played with being trapped by daylight before, being helpless in a dress and having to wait for the light to fade before I could make my way to freedom.  This was just like that, but with a twist - I've got several more variations on this to come, all combined with some kind of jeopardy to make it more interesting.

I lived in a terraced house for a while where the gardens were all overlooked by neighbours houses, so this fact could be used as part of my restraint.

It's mid morning, late summer with sunset at least 10 hours away.  I lock up the house and make my way out to the shed.  I've placed cardboard over the windows so neighbours can't see in.

I take a bag of goodies out to the shed in the garden.  Blue PVC Alice baby dress, a disposable nappy (diaper),  a couple of pairs of plastic knickers, one pair that has PVC on the inside, frilly on the outside and can be locked with a chain through the waist.   Also the usual compliment of collars and cuffs, chains and padlocks - the keys of which I've left inside the house.

I've been eating oats and laxative chocolate for the last 24 hours and had plenty of water to drink that morning without going to the toilet.

You can see some of what's coming next, right?

Once in the shed, I pull the door shut and latch it shut from the inside.  I empty the bag and contents and strip off naked.  I lock a chain through the arm and leg holes of my shorts and shirt and padlock them tight into a ball then lock them in the bag.  I'm now naked the shed.

I quickly dress - first the diaper - it's a thick adult one.  Then I pull on a couple of pairs of thick plastic knickers - relatively large but close fitting, totally enclosing the diaper.  I'm well padded now!  I pull on the overtly frilly plastic lined knickers and lock the chain behind my back, trapping me in.  I apply nipple clamps - I'm sure I'll regret those - and then a pale blue push up bra which a) keeps the clamps out of the way of any fingers that might go looking for them and b) gives me small breasts

I quickly dress - petticoat, Alice dress, knee high socks and mary janes.  I lock on the pink collar , hooking the padlock at the back of the collar through the zip on the back of my dress and lock my ankles into leg irons.

I'm basically stuffed now - can't get out of this get up until I can get back into the house, which I can't do for another 10 hours.

I click the first handcuff around my wrist behind my back - these are largely overkill, I'm already in a world of trouble.  But I do them anyway - may as well do this as I'd intended and put myself into really strict bondage.

Clickety click. The cuffs are locked on behind my back

I'm totally stuck.

At some point, I'm going to need the toilet - way before I can get inside.

So I'm resigned to the fact that I'm going to be stuck here in a dressed, handcuffed and locked into a nappy and layers of heavy plastic pants when that happens.

I don't have a watch so time passes slowly.  I feel my bladder start to swell and get uncomfortable.  Theres so much conditioning to overcome before I need to pee.  I cross my legs, jiggle, stress and clench.  But then it happens.  I pee into the nappy, it's warm and I feel better.

More waiting.  I'm bored and start trying to get free from the cuffs, seeing if I've left an opportunity to get free.  Of course, I haven't and I'm going nowhere.  This is part of the thrill - being forced into bondage where there is no easy escape.  It's all very well being locked up for 30 minutes and then getting free, but the feeling really needs to be one of total helplessness.

I'm getting stiff, sore, wet, my arms ache from being cuffed behind my back, my nipples are on fire.  It's just as well I didn't put the gag in too. I'm aroused as hell but can't get to my cock through all the layers and in any case, my hands are handcuffed.

It's been hours.  I can feel the light change.  I can also feel a relentless pressure in my bowel.  This isn't good.   Its pushing down, the laxative and oats doing there thing.  I have many hours left trapped in here and I can't do a damn thing about what I know is going to happen.

I've clenched all I can, but it's too much and I do a massive mess into the nappy.

It's huge hot and squishy and I can feel the mass of it against my cheeks.  I'm so humiliated.  I've just messed myself like a helpless baby.  I have many layers on so there is no smell yet, thank god.

Time passes.  I have no choice but to suffer in my own mess.  It was what I wanted after all.

I try not to move too much as I feel the awful mess in my backside.  It's difficult just to stand there though.  I almost wish I was gagged so I could cry my frustration.    I've really set this one up good.

Hours pass.  It's finally getting dark now, but as it's summer, I have to be careful of the long lingering twilight.  I need to wait until it's properly dark - I am, after all, a grown man in a blue pvc baby dress with a giant petticoat and frilly knickers, handcuffed and collared.  My neighbours don't need to see this!

More time.  I am so uncomfortable!  I have the back door key in my hand and am waiting for the dark to settle, but it's taking ages!  I'm peeking out of a gap in the cardboard against the windows and it's getting pretty dark now.  My neighbours have largely gone inside and quiet is descending.

I go to leave but realise that the latch on the inside of the shed door is too high for my cuffed hands, especially as they are attached with a chain to the leg cuffs.  Crap - what now?  I could literally be stuck in myself imposed prison.  I'm in desperate need move my bowels again too.  I can't even work up the energy to stop it and I can feel another huge mess against my backside.  Oh man - I have never been so out of control, humiliated and degraded.

I can feel my stomach twist some more and the rush is on - using my nose, I gently work the little latch and after probably half an hour, it finally moves and the I can push the door open.

I would have been 10 or 11 hours locked in there - many of which with nasty messy nappy.  My nipples are killing me and I'm thirsty and hungry and in danger of mess number three.  There can't be room in there and I dread to think what mess is down there.

I waddle out and make my way towards the back door - my nappy impossibly full and disgusting against my bottom.  I mess myself once more - it's horrible, full and warm.  The laxative and oats working up a storm and there is nothing I can do.

I 'm finally there, but realise that I can't get the key in the lock - same reason as I got stuck in the shed - my hands are too low down.  Fuck!

I twist around and try to get the key into my mouth from my hands - I have to drop it and bend down to pick it up in my mouth.  The bending is a revolting sensation against my backside.  I dont even want to think about it.  I'm trying to hurry as my garden, although dark now, is overlooked and I need to get in.  I work the key with my mouth into the lock and after some frantic oh my god I'm fucked moments, the lock turns and I use my chin to get the door open.

I'm safe.

Now to clean up and plan the next adventure.

Alice In Wonderland Dress

I had a lovely blue cotton Alice in Wonderland dress that I bought from http://www.mgdclothing.com.

I asked for a slight customisation - white peter pan collar and matching white cuffs to the puff sleeves instead of elastic and a frill.  It had a crisp white apron that had large shoulder frills and tied in a huge thick white bow in the back.  The shirt was about mid thigh length and super full.  Gorgeous.

I bought a massive white 6 layer net petticoat to go underneath so it would pouf right out - every sissy's dream.

I'd wear some white lace knee high socks and the same patent black maryjanes that I wore with the school uniforms.  A blonde wig and bow completed the look.  Perfect.  It was adorable, swishy and full and not at all explainable if I was seen in it in public, which is why I had to have some public humiliation risk adventures in it ;)

The design has changed slightly since I bought mine, but you get the idea.

Adventure one.  

All dressed up, its late, midnight and everyone is asleep.  I wanted to try to walk to a particular part of the town that involved walking through lit suburban streets, across a main road and down a road that was lined on both sides with turn of the century terrace housing with no side streets or much in the way of hiding places.   

I wanted to do this because that was the way I walked to the train station when I was catching the train to work.  I wanted to have a secret about that route that only I knew about.  Well, hopefully only me, that was the challenge.

There was no key I had to go fetch like with other adventures, this was a purely self motivated one.  And besides once you're far from home in suburbia in a dress, it doesn't matter if you have a key to find or not, you still have to get back home without being spotted.  

So I just walked out of the house and down the road. In an Alice in wonderland costume. 

I had a few streets to go before the main road, it was terrifying. There was a footpath at the end of the last street - narrow and exposed. My dress was poofing out and I twirled up the path, enjoying the freedom. Then I was at the main road.  It's a short walk across - it's still reasonably busy even at midnight, so it felt so exposed to walk the 25 metres out from the path and across the road to the relative safety of the terraced street. I'm about a kilometre from home at this point. 

I walk down the footpath of the one way street. It's crazy. If anyone drives or is walking down the road, they'll see me. I walk about 3/4 of the way down the street, passing houses I walk past every day until finally a car comes. I hide in the front porch of a house. There's not much room and my dress if poufing out. I hope the driver doesn't live here. How the hell would you explain that? 

The car passes. Thank god. I chicken out. I turn round and start the walk back. It's no less terrifying in reverse. I'm almost home when another car comes. I run around the corner quickly and hide in the garden of a house. I squeeze my way into their back garden, my heart is pounding. The car is stopping out the front. It's a taxi dropping off the owners and I've managed to hide in their damn garden. Oh fuck. 

I tuck myself in the dark next to the shed. The lights go on in the house, so I just have to wait. The trouble is their driveway is gravel so I don't know how I can leave without it being obvious. I'm so close to home, maybe only a few hundred metres to the end of road before I can get to my street, but I'm stuck. Holy shit. 

I wait about 10 minutes. I'm not sure, I don't have a watch. It seems like an eternity. I creep out and just brave the crunching gravel on my shoes. I need to get home. There's stirring in the house. I don't look back. I just run down the street, skirts and petticoats flying. I need to be home. 

Finally, I'm at the passage at the back of the house and safe. My heart is pounding. What a crazy adventure. 

More in another post.